MOONLIGHT

nephilim56

Moonlight smiled
Upon the face
Of a dying man
Tormented haste
Silver white
Pallored skin
As death wrapped
A veil so thin.

About his eyes
A mellowed rage
That often spoke
Upon a page
At last, at last
It ends a tear
From narrowed eyes
A little fear.

To God 
Or Heaven
Such secrets
Fly
Moonlight 
Highlights
Frozen stare
To where ?

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 28th, 2025 02:05
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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  • sorenbarrett

    I take this to be a metaphor and a mirror. The moon the face the face the moon. Very nicely written

    • nephilim56

      very kind, thanks

    • Salvia.S

      Hauntingly beautiful!

      • nephilim56

        appreciated, many thanks

      • Cheeky Missy

        The moon nakedly exposes the corpse's ghastly stare, as if to chill passersby with the notice of Death's presence. Macabre and frightening, it seems to inevitably point to whither the soul departed. Chillingly rendered with excellent imagery and a deeply haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.

        • nephilim56

          very kind comments, appreciated and thanks



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